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My grandmother had some definite ideas on the naming of her babies. I guess she thought the name she hung on them would somehow make her wishes come true. She gave them all names that meant handsome or beautiful. She started with Bella, who is my Mom. My oldest uncle is named Cullen, then came Uncle Nordin followed by Aunt Callista. Their baby brother was tagged, Beau.

Why Grandma didn’t give them names that meant smart or rich or famous is beyond me, but nevertheless, she must have been on to something. Every one of them grew up to be better looking than a lot of people. I’m kind of sorry Mom didn’t give me a name like that.

Not that I’m complaining about the way I look, but, well, most of us would like to improve the way we look, no?

Uncle Beau probably got the best of the wish fulfillment. A lot of that was because he was one of those guys whose body just seemed to develop in the way all boys wish their bodies would.

He’s only six years older than me, but when you’re growing up six years can seem a whole lot. By the time I was twelve, I thought he was some sort of idol. As far as I know, he never went through the skinny-teenager stage, but he didn’t grow as tall as his older brothers.

Not that he’s particularly short. He’s just on the short side of average, but to me, he was a giant. When he entered high school he joined the boxing team without Grandma’s knowledge. In fact, she didn’t find out until his senior year, even though some of my relatives must have known. I surely did.

That’s partially what I meant by him being my idol. I thought he was the coolest kid I knew. I think the reason he probably got away with it for so long was that his class grades were always so good, which for me showed just how smart he was.

I’m sure Uncle Nordin at some point knew what Uncle Beau was doing. Whether he did or not, when he acknowledged it he was one of his biggest supporters. By that last year of high school, Uncle Beau had decided that boxing was what he wanted to do to earn a living. His coaches said he was that good, and I guess like everybody that gets into that game, he was sure he could be a champion.

So he found a manager, joined the circuit and basically disappeared from our daily lives. We kept track of his every win and loss and we were happy that there were a lot more of the former than the latter. You can be sure, even though we (or at least the women) were continually worried about each upcoming bout, all of us were proud of him, win or lose.

His manager convinced him that as a professional boxer he wouldn’t be taken seriously with the name Beau, so he changed it to Bo. For a while he was promoted as Bobo, then he became Bo the Bomber. But whether Bo or Beau, he was still our hero.

As years always do, they passed and as boys always do, I grew. And like my Uncle beau, I didn’t grow tall but I grew into a pretty nice body. Unlike my Uncle Beau, I had no intention of putting on a pair of boxing gloves. If I had ever been called on to defend myself, I would have failed miserably, I’m sure.

When I started my senior year of high school I’d decided my future lay in 3D and digital graphic design. I set my sights on the Ringling College of Art and Design in Sarasota. My eighteenth birthday came and I was looking forward to graduation.

Then we got some news that shoved all my concentration on my near future onto the back burner. Uncle Beau was coming home to train for a fight that was to be held at the local arena. The news made the front page of the Daily Tribune, not just the sports section.

I can’t say why, but for some reason that I didn’t question, it was decided that he would stay with us for the week he’d be here. I would have thought that he’d be sealed up in a hotel room, or at least that he’d stay in his old room at Grandma’s.

It was never clear why it came down to us. Aunt Callista and Uncle Roman had two little kids so that probably knocked them out of the running. Uncle Cullen’s health was pretty bad due to smoking cigars and Aunt Myrtle’s hands were full with that.

Uncle Nordin was the obvious choice, so I don’t know why he came to us, especially since we didn’t have an extra bed, let alone a guest room.

So you can see where this is going. It was clear I was going to “have to” share my bed with Uncle Beau. Note my quotes.

When he was told the situation he didn’t seem the least bit fazed. In fact, he simply inquired if that was okay with me. Well, he was still my idol, and so, of course, it was okay. It was going to be for two weeks, which I’d have two weeks to get to know my somewhat famous uncle better. Maybe we could even bond, as they say.

The thing is, he’d changed in some ways which is to be expected in six years. He wasn’t a boy any longer. He was an experienced young man who had been around a lot of tough guys for several years. But in some ways, he was still pure, in that he lived a clean life and didn’t appear to have any vices.

It goes without saying that I’d changed too. I was no longer a naive, twelve-year-old kid.

The first night, after he’d spent the day catching up with the family and dinner at Grandma’s followed by chatting with Mom and Dad, we got in bed. It was a little uncomfortable at the beginning because it was sort of like sharing your bed with a stranger, but that didn’t last long. Besides, I was star struck.

Before we got in bed Uncle Beau stripped down to his shorts before going to the bathroom to shower. I’d gone to the kitchen for a glass of water and when I returned he’d come from the bathroom and had gotten in bed. I, of course, got a good look at his great body and wondered if I could develop mine to be the same.

We talked for a while but he said it had been a long day and he was worn out and had to report to the gym early the next morning. We settled down and before I knew it I was sound asleep.

The next day was a school day, and except for my telling everybody I talked to about my famous uncle staying with us, it was the same as every other day.

The second night I was in bed when he came into the room. We began talking about who knows what as he stripped down to his shorts, then he stripped those off, too. He didn’t seem the least bit shy about my seeing him in all his glory, and boy, did I look.

His dick was twice as long as mine, I swear, swinging free. He cracked open the door and peeked out to make sure the coast was clear and trotted to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later he came back in the bedroom drying his hair.

He lifted each muscled arm and dried his armpits, all the while making casual conversation. I was having trouble concentrating on what he was saying. He dried his balls and between his legs and I almost lost it. He’d asked me a question and I was staring at him with my mouth hanging open.

He looked at me and said, “Hey, wake up Sport.”

He snapped the towel at me and laughed. He turned his back and hung the towel over the back of the desk chair. From the back, he was almost as beautiful as from the front. Who knew you could have an ass like that?

He went to the door and turned off the overhead light, casting the room into complete darkness. Next, I felt the covers drawn back and the bed sag as he got in. My mind swirled as I wondered if he’d had time to put on a clean pair of shorts, or had he gotten in bed butt naked?

That night I was still awake when I heard Uncle Beau’s breathing grow deep and knew he was asleep. I slid over as near to the edge of the bed and as far from Uncle Beau as I could. I was panicked that I might roll over during the night and lay against him. What would he think?

Every day I took a class after school was out for extra credit, but the fourth day of Uncle Beau’s visit the class was canceled. A couple of those days he’d gotten home later in the evening, and twice he’d arrived at the same time I did. On this day I noticed the door was unlocked. I went in and dropped my backpack just inside the door.

I kicked my shoes off, as was my custom, and went into the bathroom to take a piss. I shook my dick and tucked everything away. I washed my hands and splashed water on my face, running my wet hands through my hair. I went down the hall to my bedroom, wondering why Mom had closed the door.

I opened the door and froze. Uncle Beau was lying on the bed, naked, with his now erect and bigger dick in his fist which was flying up and down. He looked at me with shock on his face.

My reaction wasn’t what I would have predicted if you’d asked me.

I almost shouted, “Don’t stop!”

He gasped out. “I can’t stop. Too late.”

Globs of white jizz shot out of his piss hole and rose a foot high in the air before they fell back onto his rippled stomach. Even after I thought he was through a few more spurts came out and covered the head of his dick.

When it was all over he looked at me with a grin on his mouth and a frown between his eyes.

“God, Tate, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you home so early.”

“Class was canceled,” I explained as if it was necessary.

His dick had gone mostly soft and he lay there with his hand on top as if trying to hide it, but there was still plenty exposed.

“You know, being in training and on the road doesn’t give me time to make out with the ladies, plus I don’t much care for the ones who make themselves so easily available. I mean, anything worth having you have to work for.”

He stopped and waited like that took care of everything, but had second thoughts.

“So I hafta take care of things once in a while.”

He stopped again. After a couple of seconds, he lifted his hand and looked at the cum that was beginning to gel.

I spoke up. “Wait a minute,”

I turned and went out of the bedroom and to the bathroom. I opened the faucet and waited until the water was hot. I dampened a washcloth and rang it out. I went back to the bedroom.

Uncle Beau saw what I had and held out his hand.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Let me,” I said.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and took his hand and wiped his cum from it. I then wiped off his stomach and went down to his flaccid dick. He watched my hand as it cleaned him off. I have no idea what thoughts were going through his head. As I wiped all sides of his dick he looked up at my face.

“You keep doin’ that and it’ll get hard again.”

“Well,” I said, “I want you to show me how to do what you were doing.”

He looked at me with an expression of disbelief.

“What? Beat off? You’re what, seventeen and you don’t know how to beat off? You’re kiddin’ me.”

I chuckled. “Eighteen, and no, I know how, but you do it different. I want you to show me your way.”

He took my wrist and lifted my hand.

“That’s enough.”

He lay my hand and the washcloth on my leg.

“I don’t know what I do that’s different, but if you need instruction I’m glad to help. But not now. I ain’t got nothing left. We’ll have to wait.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Sorry buddy, but tomorrow is the last day of training and day after is my fight. I have to save all my strength.”

That meant his time with us was coming to an end. He was leaving the morning after fight day. I was really going to be sad to see him go.

The next day he’d made it clear what his routine was going to be like and I respected that. His whole mind was set on the approaching fight and I made no attempt to interfere. He was asleep when I carefully climbed into bed that night.

I was all pumped up at school the next day with the knowledge that the whole family was going to see our Beau fight that night. I practically couldn’t eat dinner, but I got it down and we piled in the car, picked up Grandma and Grandad and headed to the arena.

I won’t go into the details of the fight, but suffice it to say that Grandma almost fainted and had to be taken outside, my dad and all my uncles yelled their heads off, I bit my fingernails to the quick and Mom said: “Never again.”

Uncle Bo won! And he didn’t have any busted lips or bruises. He was the winning hero. We waited for him after the fight and we all went to an Italian restaurant and both Grandma and I drank wine. Everybody hugged Uncle Beau good-bye and insisted he come home to visit soon.

We went home and things quieted down at Mom’s insistence. Everyone got ready for bed. Uncle Beau said he had to use the bathroom and I went into the bedroom and got out of my clothes as fast as I could. I got on the bed and played with myself trying to get an erection as quickly as possible.

I succeeded and began jerking off. Uncle Beau opened the door and closed it before he looked in my direction. He laughed.

“You scamp.” It was a word Grandma used all the time. “You really meant it, I guess.”

“Of course I did. Your fights over, so you don’t have any excuse. So get naked and show me how you do it.”

I lay there holding my dick as I watched him get out of his clothes. It was something I could watch over and over. He lay down beside me and wrapped his fist around his dick which was already beginning to grow hard.

“Okay, my man, what is it you want to see?”

“Well, the other night you weren’t holding it that way. You had your hand turned the other way, sort of upside down.”

“Oh, like this?”

He turned his hand over so that his thumb and index finger were at the base of his dick.

“Yeah, why do you do it like that?”

Truth is, I do it both ways. I seem to usually start the way you’re holding yours and then switch when I get close to shooting. Can’t say why, really, but this is the way Nordin showed me how to beat off.”

My jaw dropped. “Uncle Nordin taught you how to jerk off?”

Uncle Beau laughed. “Yeah, we were the ones always gettin’ into trouble. Or usually I was the one gettin’ into trouble and he was gettin’ me out. Anyhow, he showed me how he beat off and I copied him.”

I thought that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard, a big brother teaching his younger brother how to jerk off. And the thought that as my Uncle Nordin. It certainly changed the way I looked at Uncle Nordin from that time on.

We were lying there, side by side, almost touching, our hard dicks in our fists. I squeezed mine and some pre-cum oozed out.

Uncle Beau turned his head and looked at me.

“What now? Do we go to sleep or do we finish this?”

“Are you serious?” I asked with a laugh.

I began jerking off with a vengeance as if it was the last time I’d ever do it and I only had five minutes.

“Woah,” Uncle Beau said. “Enjoy the moment.”

He began and I followed his lead, going faster when he did, slowing when he did, spitting on it when he did, picking up speed when he did, flipping my fist over when he did.

For some reason he let his cock slip from his fist. I looked at his dick and let mine slip from my grip but reached over and rewrapped my fist around his big fat dick.

“Good boy,” he hissed and grabbed mine.

We jerked each other’s dick, both of us breathing hard. I thought maybe this was my new Uncle Bo.

I couldn’t say which was more thrilling, feeling his dick in my hand or having his hand on my dick. Both of them together set me off and I shot out my cum, it spurting up a few inches and running down all over Uncle Beau’s fist and my cock.

“Shit,” he whispered, but not because he was disgusted with my cum.

It was because his cum shot out too, going up three times as high as mine did, and shooting three times as much, or so it seemed to me.

When no more came out he let out a deep breath and relaxed. He looked at my dick and his fist and then turned his whole body in my direction. I did the same thing just because I was imitating him. He pushed his hips forward and put his dick head against mine. He moved his hand down to the base and so did I and he rubbed his dick all over mine, smearing our cum together.

It was a strange and crazy thing to do but it felt so good. I wanted to keep doing it but both our dicks began to deflate. We lay there for another minute, looking at our dicks and then in each other’s eyes.

“Well, sport, I guess I showed you how I beat off. Maybe more. We better clean this shit up and get to sleep. I gotta get on the road in the mornin’.”

And so Uncle Beau, or Bo, was out of our lives again. I graduated and began my studies at the college but for months after he was gone, he filled my mind every time I jerked off.

We followed his career for the next two years as he moved up in rankings and the championship became more of an apparent possibility. But something seemed to suddenly go wrong.

He lost a fight, which might not have been so important except he lost it big time. He was pummeled for the first two rounds. It was believed the referee was about to call a technical knockout but was beaten to it when the real thing put Uncle Beau flat on his back.

One sportswriter headlined his story, Bo the Bomber Bombs. There was a previously arranged fight after that, which was declared a draw. It was apparent some fire had been extinguished. We got word by a news report that Uncle Bo had hung up his gloves.

And not too long after that someone in the family succeeded in getting in contact with his manager and in that way we found out he’d joined the Coast Guard.

Several months later Mom announced at dinner that she’d gotten a phone call from Uncle Beau and he’d finished his basic training and wanted to come for a brief visit. I tried hard not to show my excitement.

When he arrived we all greeted him with open arms. I thought he looked better in his uniform than anyone I’d ever seen. Dad had warned us not to bring up anything about his last fights, however, when he mentioned them it was Dad who tried to get all the details until Mom put the kibosh on it.

Mom also pointed out that I was now much too old to be sharing my bed and she was still trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements. Uncle Beau assured her at once that there was no problem if he could use some blankets to make a pad on the floor. After all, it was only for five nights.

It was sort of understood that for the most privacy my bedroom floor was the best place to put the pad. When the time to turn in came he made a nice little place to sleep at the foot of my bed. I showered and then went into the bedroom with the bath towel around my waist. He got up, still in his plain white boxer shorts, and went to shower. I took off the towel and hung it on the back of the old desk chair.

Uncle beau came back, bathed but once again in his boxers. He sat down on his blankets. I was lying in bed and couldn’t see him.

“Uncle Beau, are you really going to sleep there?”

“Yeah, I said it didn’t matter to me. It’ll be all right.”

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why are you going to sleep there? Why not sleep up here like you did before?”

“You don’t mind?”

“Why the hell should I? I didn’t last time.”

“You aren’t a kid anymore, for one thing.”

“That’s bullshit. I wasn’t a little kid last time.”

He got up and looked at me. I threw the covers back as an invitation for him to get in and he saw I was naked. He didn’t say anything but pulled his boxers off and climbed onto the bed. The overhead light was still on. We lay quietly for a minute.

I cleared my throat. “Do you remember the last time you were here? What we did?”

He was looking at the ceiling. “Tate, I’ve thought about that a hundred times in the last two years. I’ve never been able to figure out if it was a bad thing to do or not.”

“Why bad? I never thought it was bad. All I did is wish it could happen again.”

He didn’t say anything.

I got bold. “Why are you naked? Why did you take off your boxers?”

He shrugged.

“Come on, Uncle Beau. Let’s do it again.”

Still nothing.

“Uncle Beau, show me how to jerk off.”

He laughed and looked at me.

“You’re a jerk, that’s for sure. Look at you. You’re a good-looking young man. Let me ask you somethin’. Have you ever fucked a girl?”

I’d thought about that before, that I’d never done it.

“No,” I honestly answered him.

“Yeah, I figured. Well, we shouldn’t be doing things like that together.”

“Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t. I want to. I think you really want to.”

I threw the covers back again.

“Aha! Your dick is getting hard.”

“How could it not with you running your mouth. Okay, let’s get this over with.”

He slid up so he was sitting with his back against the headboard. He spat on his dick and began to slowly pump it. My dick was rock hard and after I spit on it I watched him as I jerked it. In just a couple of minutes, we were really into it.

When we were going fast and rushing toward the end I gripped his wrist and jerked his hand away from his dick. I grabbed his dick and took over beating his and mine at the same time. He lay with his hands at his sides watching me.

I was sure he was getting ready to shoot and he lifted his hand as if he was going to take it back and finish off. I suddenly rose up and bent forward, taking almost all of his long dick in my mouth and down my throat. To tell the truth, I’d never even imagined doing that.

“Holy sh..,” he said, “that feels…you like that? Oh, Jeeze, that’s just…”

He laid his hand on my shoulder and I felt his fingers dig in. He moved his hand up and grasped my hair. My mouth was full of Uncle Beau’s dick and I was going out of my mind. Just the feel of having his dick in my mouth was crazy and when he began bouncing his pelvis it was more than I could take.

My dick erupted without my touching it, sending my cum onto my bare thigh. Uncle Beau held my head with both hands and flooded my mouth with his cum. I swallowed and swallowed again. I never thought there was any reason not to swallow the gift he was giving me.

In a few seconds, he let my head go and inserted his hand between his pelvis and my face. He sort of urged me up. I didn’t want to let his dick go but I felt it begin to soften a little. I rose up and looked at him. He just met my gaze and didn’t say anything.

I lay back down and he slid down until he was flat on his back again.

“Tate, have you done that before? You know, with other guys?”

“No,” I quietly said. “Never.”

”Why’d you do it with me?”

I thought about it for a couple of seconds. “I don’t know. I just wanted to. Didn’t you like it?”

Christ, of course, I did. But…”

“Has anyone ever done it to you before?”

“Actually, no. I’ve often wondered about it. I mean guys are always talking about it in one way or another. But it never happened. Not till now. Christ, with my nephew.”

“Well, I think that makes it special. With my favorite uncle, I mean.”

He shook his head from side to side but didn’t say anything.

My cum was still on my leg. I climbed over Uncle Beau to get out of the bed. He watched me not knowing what I was doing. I opened the closet and got a dirty pair of briefs out of the hamper. I wiped my leg and threw the briefs back in the hamper. I clicked off the light and with a nightlight glowing I climbed back over Uncle Beau, but I paused over him, my naked body on top of his. In the dim light I looked in his eyes, our faces inches apart. I resisted the strange urge I had to kiss him.

He pulled the covers up and without saying anything more he turned his back to me and we went to sleep.

The next day, I had late classes and didn’t get home until we were losing the light of the day. Uncle Beau wasn’t there and Mom said he’d gone to see some friends, or to check on something, she didn’t really remember what he’d said, or what time he’d be back.

I was torn between if I was ready to come face-to-face with him and that I was dying to see him. He wasn’t there for dinner nor had he shown up when Mom and Dad were ready to turn in. I dawdled in showering and doing all the other little things I usually did before getting in bed.

I’d given up on seeing him that night and had just gotten in bed when I heard the front door close and the lock click. I waited expectantly for my bedroom door to open. I heard the toilet flush and seconds later the door opened.

“You still awake or did I wake you up?”

“No, I just lay down when I heard you come in.”

“I didn’t plan to get back so late. I sorta lost track of time.”

He began undressing and as usual, I watched intently. When he was down to his boxers he picked up the folded bundle of blankets with which he had made his unused bed on the floor the previous night. He paused and looked at me.

“You want me to sleep with you again tonight?”

I started to say that was a stupid question but ended up just nodding. He put the bundle back on the desktop and came to the side of the bed. After a second he unsnapped his boxers and let them fall to the floor. My eyes were locked on his dick hanging there with his ball sack backing it up. I reached under the covers and pulled my briefs off.

He smiled a crooked smile. “I just assumed you were already naked.”

“Good,” I said. “I will be from now on.”

He pulled back the corner of the covers and got in the bed. He turned his head and looked at me.

“Are we doing this again?”

“Yes, of course.” I waited a minute while a sentence formed in my brain.

“Unless you don’t want to.”

I waited in fear.

“No, it’s okay. I mean of course I want to, but I just don’t think it’s right. You’re my nephew, for Christ’s sake. My sister's kid.”

It was similar to what he’d said the night before. This time I didn’t answer him. I ducked under the covers and went down to his dick. It was still soft and I put the whole thing in my mouth. He slipped his hand under the covers and felt my lips surrounding his dick which was already growing firm.

As my mouth became too full his dick forced its way out but I kept as much of it in as possible. Right away I started moving my head up and down while at the same time with my hand stroking the part I couldn’t get into my mouth.

Uncle Beau threw the covers back so he could watch what I was doing. This time he didn’t grab my hair or touch my back. He lay still and let me do what I was doing. It took longer than it did the night before but I heard the change in his breathing and felt it as he flexed his butt muscles and his dick rose and touched the back of my throat.

Suddenly I felt one of his hands at the base of his dick and the other on the back of my head. His dick jerked and the first shot of his cum hit the back of my throat, as did the second. More cum filled my mouth. I held it in my mouth until no more came out. I swallowed and sucked on his dick as I withdrew my mouth.

He raised his head and looked down at my dick.

“If you didn’t cum you better go in the bath and beat off. You don’t want blue balls.”

I climbed over him again and got out of the bed. Even though I didn’t want to leave I did as he’d told me to. I figured he knew more about this than I did. When I came back in the room he’d turned onto his side. I saw that his boxers were no longer on the floor by the bed. I clicked off the light and climbed over him and got back in my side of the bed. I don’t know which of us fell into sleep first.

The next day we were around each other all day but never alone. That evening Mom had Grandma and Grandad over for dinner. When Dad gave them a ride home Uncle Beau went with them. I went to bed.

When Dad and Uncle Beau got back home he came in the bedroom, stripped to his boxers and went to the bath to shower. When he came back into the room he was naked. Without saying anything he got in the bed, lying on his back. I turned toward him.

He turned his head and looked at me.

“The same as last night?”

I didn’t say anything but I threw the covers back. He was holding his dick which was already erect. I moved down to suck it just as I’d done the night before. He didn’t remove his hand from his dick.

“Lick and suck my balls,” he said.

I hadn’t thought about doing that, but I gleefully complied. He jerked his dick while I sucked on his balls.

After a few minutes, he said, “Okay, suck my cock.”

I moved up to his dick but before I could get it in my mouth he moved it back and forth, smearing it over my face. I cut my eyes up at him and he was watching his dick slapping me in the face. He stopped and held it as I got my mouth on it. I bounced my head up and down as I’d done the other times. A few minutes passed and he took my chin and pulled my head up and off his dick.

“Let’s do this different. Lay on your side.”

I was already mostly on my side so I just lay back. He turned onto his side so he was facing me.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

I opened my mouth and he pushed his dick in. I began bouncing my head back and forth.

“No, don’t,” he said. “Just lay still and let me fuck your mouth.”

With that he began moving his hips back and forth, shoving his dick in my mouth and pulling it back and repeating over and over. In other words, he was doing just what he said; fucking my mouth.

After a while, he stopped and I pulled my head back and my slobber drooled out of my mouth and his dick was slick with it.

“Lick my cock, Tate. Lick it good.”

I licked it all over and from the bottom to the top.

“Do you like your uncle’s cock? Huh? You like to suck and lick it? Kiss it and show me how much you like it.”

I did just like he said.

“See how much you can take down your throat. See if you can take it all.”

He stuck it back in my mouth and held my head as he shoved it as far in as he could. I gagged but somehow I took all of it, tear flooding my eyes.

He resumed fucking my mouth and after a good number of minutes whispered, “Here it comes. Take it Take my cum.”

And again I was rewarded with a mouthful of my uncle’s cum. This time when he’d finished cumming he slowly pulled his dick from my mouth and rolled over with his back to me again. He reached down and pulled the covers up and didn’t say any more to me.

The next morning was Saturday. It was very early when I felt Uncle Beau get out of the bed. I thought he was probably going to take a leak and come back to bed. I must have gone right back to sleep. The next I knew the bed moved and I opened my eyes to find Uncle Beau sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed.

“Tate,” he said. “I gotta say I’m sorry for last night. I don’t know what got into me. The only thing I can say is I thought all day about what was probably gonna happen at night, and it, I don’t know, just sort of built up and got away from me. I shouldn’t have done nothin’ like that, so all I can say is I’m sorry and it won’t happen again.”

He started to stand up but I grabbed his hand.

“Uncle Beau, don’t. Nothing’s wrong. I liked everything. I like everything we do. I want to do it all again.”

He looked at me a long time, a sadness on his face. He shook his head and pulled his hand free. He stood and left the room.

When I was dressed and went into the kitchen Dad said, “Well, you’re up early.”

“I couldn’t go back to sleep,” I lied. “Where’s Uncle Beau?”

“He said he had somewhere to go. I think he wanted to go by the gym and see who’s there. Don’t know, really.”

So another day without Uncle Beau, and the bad part was it was the last day of his visit. This time he came home in time for dinner because Mom had told him she was fixing pot roast, which was his favorite. After dinner, he sat in the living room talking to Mom and Dad.

They discussed his assignment aboard something called a Medium Endurance Reliance Class cutter and where he’d be stationed. What got my attention was he’d be on the other side of our state, only about a three-hour drive from here. They went on questioning him about his duties and length of service and so on.

I announced I was going to bed and everybody said, “All right,” since I didn’t usually make an announcement about that. I lay there fidgeting, waiting for Uncle Beau to come to me. Finally, after what had seemed like hours but of course hadn’t been, he opened the door and came in.

He closed the door and stood there.

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“You’re sick!”

“You love it.”

Shit, you think so. This is the last time.”

I didn’t respond to that and he began undressing.

When he was naked he said, “I better go take a shower.”

“No,” I stated.

He sniffed his armpit. “I’ve been sweating all day. I probably stink.”

“I don’t care,” I said. “I don’t want to wait any longer. I want you now.”

I crawled over to the edge of the bed and lay on my stomach. I reached out to where he was standing and pulled him close so I could smash my face into his groin. I stuck out my tongue and licked all over his hardening dick and all around it. I alternated my licks with kisses.

When his dick was completely hard I sucked on it. He began to move his hips and fuck my mouth again. We worked together.

“Tate,” he said. “Roll over onto your back.”

I did and he grabbed my arms just under my armpits and pulled me toward him until my head was hanging over the edge of the mattress.

“Here,” he said. “Take my cock.”

I opened my mouth and he put his dick in my mouth and I found I could take all of it down my throat. He resumed fucking my mouth. Sometimes he’d pull it out and rub it and then his balls over my face. I smelled and tasted his sweat. I sucked his balls into my mouth and he jerked his dick while I sucked and licked his balls.

He put it back in my mouth and face-fucked me some more and then pulled it out and jerked it more. It became clear he was going to cum while he was jerking and I rolled back over onto my stomach and held my mouth open with my tongue extended.

He put the head on my tongue and watched as his cum shot out and into my mouth, coating my tongue with globs of glistening white cum. I retracted my tongue and swallowed and stuck it out again so he could wipe the last drops onto it.

He turned and collapsed onto his back beside me.

“Uncle Beau, I want you.”

He scoffed. “I think you’ve got me.”

I rose up and turned and lay partially on top of him.

“I don’t want you to leave, but I know you have to. But I want you to come back. Soon. As soon as you can. I want you here, with me.”

He raised his head and looked at me and then dropped his head back onto the mattress.

“Okay,” he said.

“Really?” I wasn’t sure I believed him.

“You said you want me. I said I think you’ve got me.”

“You promise you’ll come back?”

“I said okay.”

“When?”

“I can’t say. You’ll have to get used to that. I’ve got my assignment, and I was lucky. I won’t be far from here so if I get liberty I can make it here for two or three days, but I don’t know how long we’ll be at sea. I think it can vary, but even when we’re back in port I’ll be on duty.”

It would be months before he returned and it was difficult waiting, not being sure that he’d be true to his word and would come back. I even wondered if maybe he’d decide he preferred a woman. Could I compete with that?

I was fortunate I was in school and had a full schedule which kept me busy both physically and mentally. As weeks became months he was mentioned less and less over the dinner table, which was probably a good thing as it didn’t force me to dwell on his absence.

And then I got a phone call. He told me he had gotten a three-day liberty but that meant two nights. Was I going to be there? Should he come?

When he arrived it was all I could do to control myself and keep from throwing my arms around him like some silly girl welcoming her guy home from the wars. At the time I didn’t think about the strangeness, but no one questioned why he was visiting us.

Even stranger, no one questioned why it was assumed he was to share my bed. There was no offer of blankets to make a pad on the bedroom floor. Shortly after I went to bed he told my folks he was tired and excused himself. They wished him a good-night, but they had no idea what a good night we were going to have.

When he opened the bedroom door I was lying in bed on top of the sheets, naked, of course. As was his custom he gave me a smile and shook his head, saying without speaking, ‘What have I got myself into?’

He stood there looking at me the whole time he was undressing as if teasing me with what was to come. When he was naked hisTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.